Summary: You’ve spent your life working for someone else. You watch their back, you protect them, but you’re left feeling empty and unfulfilled at the end of the day. What happens when a freak accident transports you to a different dimension, very nearly identical to your own?
A/N: We're back with a new chapter! I've had this part of the story planned since last year, so I'm really stoked to share it with everyone. I'll apologize now, but it does leave off on a cliffhanger. Hope you like it!
Page dividers by @carryonmyswansong
Pairing: StevexReader, background spideytorch
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: None
Part 16
“Wonderful news!” Tony announces the moment (Y/N) steps into the lab. “I have reason to believe we’re mere days away from having a functional prototype. We should be able to start tests by the end of the week.”
Surprised, (Y/N) says, “Really?”
“Yes, really.” Tony frowns. “You seem off. What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head. “It’s nothing.”
“Bull shit, what’s wrong?”
“You’ll think I’m being silly.”
“Never.” She scowls. “Do you not remember who you’re talking to?”
“Right.” (Y/N) sighs. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking recently, specifically about staying and whether or not I’ll go home. And I think… I don’t think I want to go back.”
Bruce works quietly a few feet away and Tony just stares at her, waiting for her to continue.
“Any thoughts on that?” she asks.
Tony shrugs and folds his arms. “Not particularly, no.”
“Tony-”
“It’s your life, (Y/N). I can’t tell you how to live it or where. I can, however, offer to help you in any way I can.”
“Really?”
“Of course. You’ve been here for the better part of a year now. You’re practically family at this point. Especially with all the baked goods you keep forcing on us.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Bruce interjects.
(Y/N) laughs. “Okay, I get your point.”
“Good. So what can I do to help you with your predicament?”
(Y/N) takes a deep, steadying breath. “How hard would it be to get me a social security number?”
Tony shrugs. “With our connections I doubt it’d be impossible, but it may take a little while.”
“Okay. I’m sure I’ll have to figure out what to do about my missing birth certificate at some point anyway.”
Tony waves her off. “We’ll take care of it.”
“You say that like it’s easy.”
“Most things are when you have the money to make it happen,”
(Y/N) shakes her head. “Spoken like someone with money.”
“I can’t change who I am, (Y/N).”
She smiles and rolls her eyes. “What can I do to help you though? You said you’re close to testing?”
“Are you sure you’re comfortable helping? I wouldn’t want to force you into anything, especially now that you’re planning to stay.”
“I can help. I want to help,” she insists. “Just don’t abandon me anywhere and we’ll be fine.”
“I think she’d appreciate it if we avoided blowing her up,” Bruce adds.
(Y/N) gestures to Bruce. “That too.”
Tony chuckles. “I think we can manage that.”
“Ah shit, is it really five already?”
“Mm…” Tony squints at the clock on his display. “Looks like it, yeah.”
“Well this was lovely,” (YN) says, “But I gotta go.”
“Oh? Hot date?”
She grins and shoves her stool back from the tabletop. “Something like that, yeah.”
“Hope he doesn’t keep you out too late.”
(Y/N) laughs. “Can’t stay out too late if we never leave the tower.”
Tony’s suggestive whistle follows her through the lab doors. She just rolls her eyes, smiles, and heads up to her room to get cleaned up.
By the time she’s done in the shower she has a text from Steve letting her know the food has arrived. She dresses quickly and hurries to the common area to meet him.
When she arrives she finds the couch piled high with soft blankets and squashy pillows. Steve is sitting on the ottoman scrolling through movies. Beside him is a tray with take out containers. (Y/N) quietly walks across the room and wraps her arms around Steve’s shoulders. He immediately leans back against her and gently kisses her wrist. (Y/N) presses a kiss to the top of his head.
“This looks wonderful,” she says.
Steve tips his head back to look at her. “You think so?”
“Mhm, I’m a big fan of being buried alive in blankets. But, even better than that, you’re here.”
Steve smiles. “That’s real sweet.”
“Isn’t it?” Steve laughs and (Y/N) allows him to drag her down onto his lap. “What’re we watching tonight?”
He shrugs. “I figured you could pick one and I could pick one.”
(Y/N)’s eyes light up. “Really? You’ll be okay with whatever I want?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? It’s not like you’ll choose something bad.”
“Hey, you don’t know that. Maybe I’d pick the gore-iest thing you’ve ever seen in your life.”
Steve raises his eyebrows. You get nauseous just thinking about Human Centipede.“
(Y/N) gags. “Don’t even mention that movie. Reading the Wikipedia article was bad enough.”
“And that’s exactly why I’m not worried.”
(Y/N) sighs. “Yeah, okay… What’d you get me for dinner?”
“Fettuccine alfredo with chicken.”
“You’re so nice to me.”
“I know.”
(Y/N) laughs and Steve kisses her before picking her up and depositing her on the couch behind them. He covers her in blankets and hands her her food and a fork. He joins her soon after, handing her the remote as he settles in beside her. She flips through the movies while Steve repositions her legs over his lap and tugs the blankets over both of them.
She eventually settles on this dimension’s version of Pride and Prejudice that was released in 2005. Keira Knightley apparently looks the same across all dimensions, but the actor who played Darcy in her home dimension is, unfortunately, somewhat pinch-faced and looked like he’d smelled something terrible throughout his performance. The Darcy in this dimension, though, is tall and, mostly, regal. Maybe a little aloof. Overall, (Y/N) thinks he’s more handsome and that makes it easier to watch.
“Didn’t you just watch this last week?” Steve asks when she starts the movie.
“Maybe.” She opens her food and starts mixing the chicken chunks into the pasta. “I really like this movie.”
“I think you have a crush on Darcy.”
“Jealous?” Steve scowls at his spaghetti and (Y/N) frowns. “Steve, answer me.”
“A little, maybe?” He stabs a meatball. “I’m nothing like Mr. Darcy.”
She pauses the movie and reaches out to turn Steve’s face towards her. “Maybe that’s why I like you so much.”
“Are you sure?”
“He’s rude and unsociable and I know for a fact he’d make me convince him I’m worth his time. Why on Earth would I want someone like that? Especially when you’re the polar opposite of that. You’re warm and kind and generous with your time. I never have to worry that I’m annoying you. And sure, the actor is handsome, but you are so much more beautiful than him. There’s literally no comparison.”
“That’s really sweet.”
“And one hundred percent true.”
Steve sighs. “Well now I feel childish.”
“Why?”
“I was jealous of a man who doesn’t even exist.”
“I don’t think that’s childish. If you hadn’t talked to me about it, that would’ve been childish.”
“I still feel bad though.”
(Y/N) shrugs. “Even Captain America is allowed to get jealous sometimes.”
“You’re not upset?”
“No. Why would I be? There was an issue, we talked about it, everything’s fine now. Right?”
“I think so.”
“Then there’s nothing to be upset about.” She gently tugs on his shirt. “Gimme a kiss.”
Steve smiles, leans down, and gently kisses her.
“We should probably start the movie.”
“Probably. I think we should watch a different one though.”
Steve chuckles. “Okay, it’s up to you though.”
(Y/N) pulls up Spirited Away and settles against Steve. They eat and watch in relative silence, save for the occasional comment on how beautiful the animation is. (Y/N) sets her food to the side about halfway through the movie. Steve finishes his food soon after and wraps his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders. She immediately relaxes against his chest and smiles when he kisses the top of her head.
When the movie ends they clean up their mess from dinner, They spread out fully on the couch before Steve gets to work choosing the second movie. (Y/N) settles heavily against his body and pulls the blanket up to her chin. Once Steve makes his movie choice he sets the remote to the side and gathers (Y/N) up in his arms. She melts against him as the opening credits for 101 Dalamatians roll. She’s never seen it and is immediately invested. She occasionally glances up at Steve to see how he’s reacting only to find he’s already looking at her. Each time he catches her he smiles softly, and each time (Y/N)s heart swells with affection. The final time he catches her she tips her head back, silently asking for a kiss. Steve happily obliges.
“That was insane,” (Y/N) says as the movie ends.
Steve chuckles. “Parts of it are a little out there.”
“A little?” Steve lays down on the couch and (Y/N) allows him to drag her down on top of his body. “Who the hell wants to make a coat out of dogs? Let alone badly enough to go hunting for them in the city?”
“Okay, maybe it is a little insane,” he admits. He gently runs his hands up and down (Y/N)s arms. “Did you like it though?”
“I did. Very much.”
“I’m glad.”
(Y/N) rests her full bodyweight on Steve, crosses her arms on his chest, and rests her chin on her arms. One of Steve’s hands comes to rest in the small of her back. He moves the other to stroke the backs of his fingers over her cheek. She sighs contentedly and leans into his touch. He gently pushes her hair off her forehead before tracing his thumb over her cheekbone.
“That feels nice,” she murmurs. “I’m glad we did this.”
“Me too,” Steve says. “I wish we could do it more often.”
“So do I.”
(Y/N) slides herself up Steve’s body just enough to be able to look him directly in the eye. Without missing a beat, Steve moves his hand to the back of her neck and pulls her down to kiss her. She hums and smiles against his lips as she sinks her hands into Steve’s hair. His arm wraps around her waist and (Y/N) parts her lips just enough to let the tips of their tongues meet. Steve groans and his grip on her tightens, only serving to spur her on.
Somehow Steve’s hand finds its way under the hem of (Y/N)s shirt and she shivers under the force of his hold on her. With each slide of his tongue against hers she just wants more. More of his touch. His kiss. His everything.
He pulls away and she tries to follow him only to be stopped in her tracks at the sight of his dreamy expression. She smiles and tries to catch her breath. Beneath her Steve is flushed and breathless. His eyes rove over her face as if memorizing every part of her.
He gently combs her hair away from her face again and says, “I love you.”
She sits up slightly and searches his expression for any sign he’s joking.
“You do?” Steve nods. “Really?”
He chuckles, the sound comes out slightly breathless. “Really.”
“Steve, I-”
A bright, blue light suddenly fills the room, dominating the glow of the T.V. (Y/N) has to shield her eyes when she attempts to look at it. She finds two familiar faces in the middle of the swirling light. Two of her oldest, closest friends. She sits back on her heels trying to make sense of what she’s seeing.
“Peter?”
Peter grins. “(Y/N)! You’re alive!”
“Of course I’m alive, why wouldn’t I be?”
“We thought you were incinerated when the transport blew up. We’ve been trying to find you for months.”
Dread settles in (Y/N)’s stomach and she reaches out for Steve. He immediately takes her hand. She catches Peter’s eyes tracking her movement. Sees the way his shoulders tense and Johnny’s brows pull together with concern. She doesn’t miss when Peter shifts slightly closer to the portal.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asks, an edge of warning in her voice.
“We want to bring you home,” Johnny says. “Where you belong.”
“Why do you get to decide where I belong?” Steve squeezes her hand. She looks down at him, heart beating at a frantic pace. “Steve-”
“Do it,” Johnny says.
Before (Y/N) can even blink, webbing wraps around her arm and midsection. Steve cries out in surprise and tries to grab hold of her, but it’s no use. Peter hauls back on his webbing, sending (Y/N) hurtling through the air toward the portal. Steve bolts off the couch, but (Y/N) is back in Baxter Tower in mere seconds. The portal closes before Steve clears the ottoman.
WELL I did warn you there'd be a cliffhanger. And I'm sorry about what happened at the end there. It will not resolve for a Hot Minute lmao. Everything to come will be incredibly dramatic, but I had fun writing it so I really hope you'll all enjoy what's to come.
But! As always, I'd love to know what y'all thought of this chapter. What movies would you choose if you had a date night in with Steve? Do you think he would've liked 101 Dalmations? How do you feel about Peter and Johnny not giving the reader character a chance to choose? How do you think Steve feels now that his girlfriend has been kidnapped? Be sure to reblog, comment, and/or shoot me an ask and tell me all about it!
Warnings: 18+ readers only, Breeding Kink, pet names
Copyright: I do not own Steve Rogers or any other Marvel Characters. I do not condone this being copied.
"Truth or Dare Steve?" Nat asked, lounging back on the plush sofa.
Tony had thrown a Christmas party, which had settled down now to just a couple of you Avengers.
Steve was there of course, and you were sitting with your legs across his lap. His thumb rubbed soothing circles on the inside of your knee, a bit ticklish because of the panty hose you had worn under your dress.
Tony sat on the chair facing you guys, his legs stretched out on the coffee table, messing with some gadget while he played the game with you guys. Bruce sat more timidly on the edge of his chair next to Tony.
Wanda and Vision were sitting on the floor next to each other, their backs against the couch that Nat, Clint, and Sam were occupying. Stephen was sitting on another chair, a glass of bourbon in his hand while his cape drifted around aimlessly behind him.
Loki and Thor were sitting on the same couch, though on opposite ends so that another person could have easily sat between them. Bucky however, had opted to sit on the floor as well instead of taking that spot. Just in case the other two started fighting with each other.
Several different bottles of alcohol and drinking glasses littered the coffee table.
"Um, Truth." Steve said hesitantly.
"Does Y/N have any kinks in bed?"
Steve and you blushed while the others roared with laughter. Bucky chuckled, nudging Steve's glass. "I already know you aren't answering that one pal, drink up."
Steve downed the glass and then said, "Clint, Truth or Dare?"
"Dare, do I look like a pussy?" Clint asked. He had had a bit much to drink.
"Ah! Watch your language." Tony drawled, swirling his alcohol in his hand.
You snickered quietly as Steve rolled his eyes.
"I dare you to text Fury and tell him that you bought him a kitten for Christmas, which is waiting under his bed." Steve said with a bit of a smirk on his face.
"Oh shit you're dead Clint." Sam laughed.
Clint scoffed, "Fury doesn't scare me." He pulled out his phone and Nat made sure he spelled everything properly so that Fury didn't know Clint was just drunk.
"F.RI.D.A.Y., you know what to do."
Immediately, a camera was pulled up above the coffee table and everyone around the table could see Fury sitting up in a bed in an unfamiliar bedroom, drinking a cup of coffee and reading a thick book.
"You have cameras in Fury's bedroom Tony?" You squealed, both appalled, fascinated, and happy that they would come in use so you could see his reaction.
"I'm pretty sure that's against some sort of privacy law." Bucky said uncaring.
"Jesus Tony." Steve muttered under his breath.
You all watched as Fury reached over to the bedside table, picking up his phone. In a second, he'd thrown his coffee cup and book, leaping off the bed and he was gone from the room.
"Alright Y/N." Clint said grinning, completely ignoring Nat and Sam. "Truth or Dare?"
You had long learned your lesson of taking dares from Clint. Most of them resulted in him daring you to kiss someone in the room, which just served to piss Steve off immensely- especially if the person was Bucky or Tony.
"Truth." You said and Steve gave your knee a comforting squeeze.
"Does Steve have any kinks in bed?" Clint asked with a shit-eating grin.
You grinned back, "Well-"
***
"Are you upset?" You asked softly as you and Steve came back to your room.
He didn't look mad exactly. He looked thoughtful, but slightly upset. Frown lines were across his forehead like he was deep in thought, but about something upsetting.
"Hmm?" He asked slightly, looking over at you. He slipped the dress jacket that he'd worn to the formal party off as you sat down on the edge of the bed, slipping the red heels off. "No, not really. Not about anything you did anyways if that's what you're worried about."
A slight weight seemed to come off your shoulders. "I just thought you might've been upset that I told them you were a dom and had a huge breeding kink."
A flicker of a smile went over Steve's lips as he slid the closet door open, hanging up the suit jacket, before slowly unbuttoning the white shirt underneath.
"No. I don't care if they know that baby. It was more. . . well I was wondering what. . . what a er- breeding kink even was." Steve's cheeks flushed red and he turned slightly so that his back was to you as he slid the white shirt off, leaving him bare from the waist up.
You smiled lovingly. "Oh don't be embarrassed Steve." You said, getting up and padding silently over to him to wrap your arms around your waist. It's okay if you don't know what a certain kink is."
"Well, it's just that both you and Bucky have now said I have one. And even at the party, Nat and Tony both said they weren't surprised so. . ."
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, if you're worried about that." You said. "It just means that you love the idea of having kids. Of breeding me to have kids per se. And not necessarily me in general, just any woman that you might be in love with."
"I'm not 'might' in love with you Y/N." Steve said softly. "I am in love with you."
You blushed before Steve pecked you on the lips.
"Although," He said softly now, frowning. "I thought a kink. . . well I thought that was just. . . you know bed play only. Like with your um. . . the. . ."
He wracked his brain, making hand motions until you helped him out and suggested, "Bondage/BDSM kink?"
"Yes that." Steve said, relieved, "I mean, it's just a sex thing. Otherwise you hate being restrained. But for me. . . I always want kids Y/N, whether we're having sex or not. . ."
"That's not a bad thing." You said softly. "You're a family man Steve. Everyone whose ever known you would guess you have a breeding kink. It doesn't mean that's driving you the entire time, it just comes out more forcefully in the bed. But wanting children even outside of the bed doesn't mean one way or another its' bad."
"I guess I just haven't gotten my head completely wrapped around all of these new terms." Steve said with a slight smile. "Things weren't as wild back in my time."
You grinned, sitting back down on the edge of the bed so you could roll the panty hose off. "I bet you were a sure vanilla guy."
Steve flushed red as he laid the dress pants out neatly across the dirty clothes hamper. He picked the dress shoes up off the floor, putting them in a cubby hole with the rest of the shoes. He turned to you, nibbling at his bottom lip as he saw you. "I was a virgin until I met you cookie."
"Well you're one hell of a dom for a virgin." You praised, standing up and putting the panty hose in the bottom drawer.
"Is that right?" Steve asked, suddenly behind you, his clothed bulge pressed up against your ass. He wrapped his arms around your waist. "How about you get out of this beautiful dress then and we'll have a good time tonight?"
"Yes." You breathed out.
Steve unzipped the back of your dress, slowly letting it trail off your shoulders, before you stepped out of it.
The both of you left it pooled on the floor as he swept you up into his arms, carrying you over to the bed, putting you down ontop of the covers.
Steve stood back from the bed for a moment, taking off his dress shirt and pants, draping them over the wooden chair behind the desk where he drew his art. Once he was left in only his boxers, he clambered up onto the bed next to you.
He kissed your cheek sweetly, his hands wandering up and down your body, gently massaging you everywhere he touched. His grip was firm, but comforting and you started to relax in his hold.
"I love you cookie." He whispered, kissing your lips sweetly. You could taste the slight tang of alcohol on his lips. He wasn't a huge drinker, but as he couldn't get drunk anyways, it didn't matter what he drank or how much of it.
"I love you too dreamboat." You said with a slight grin on your face. You had researched old slang for handsome men and it was worth it to see the delight of his old terms being used with him in bed.
After he was slowly finishing making you feel relaxed and loved, his right hand slipped lower and he started to massage your folds now.
He lowered himself further on the bed, settling on his stomach so that he could suck on your clit, two fingers pumping in and out of your cunt as he did so.
Your panting grew heavier as you tossed your head back, hands gripping the blue sheets underneath your hands. "S-S-Steve please."
"That's it cookie." He murmured, using his thumb to press deep erotic circles into your nub. His other arm came up to hold your hips down as he brought you to the brink of your orgasm. "Give me everything, gonna get you nice and ready."
You and Steve weren't necessarily trying for kids. You'd only been married for sixth months at this point, but you knew Steve wanted them. Hell, who were you kidding? You wanted them too. Not as many as Steve, granted, but at least two, even three. Five or six seemed a bit much though. But honestly, if six was the amount Steve wanted, you would give them to him. He deserved the world that man.
Your man.
You crashed over his fingers and he coaxed you through the entire thing, before he slowly and gently pulled his fingers from your warmth. He licked your essence away as you reached out, gripping his hard length firmly in your hand and started to pump him.
"Fuck." He groaned as you took his length deep down your throat. His hands flew to your hair, gripping the strands tightly before he could find the willpower to relax and let go, rearranging his hold to become both dominant, yet gentle.
He didn't let you suck him for long, pulling you off before he could burst.
He laid you back down on the bed firmly, pulling you forwards a little, lifting your hips off the bed slightly which gave him better access to slide into you.
"Oh." You moaned out, arms flying upwards to grab him around the neck and pull him close.
"Oh cookie." He groaned, bottoming out inside of you before he started to lightly thrust. And then he started to move much faster.
It didn't take long for the sure signs of his breeding kink to pop out.
"Please Steve, please go faster, I'm so close." I begged as his hips started to snap forward with precision and strength, pleasure traveling from the tips of my toes to my head.
Steve groaned lowly. "God yes. Yes, I'm gonna fuck a baby into you Y/N. I'm gonna fill you up till you're round and large. You're gonna have a little baby bump right here."
He kissed your stomach, right above your belly button. You could read his eyes, filled with love and adoration and desperation.
"Yes." You whispered, bucking against him. "Please fill me up Steve. I want to have your baby."
"You want my baby?" Steve asked and the desperation was gone, filled only now with love, adoration, and joy. It was a look that you wished you could put on Steve's face twenty-four seven, especially after long, stressful missions.
"God yes Steve." You whimpered as he hammered into you. He pressed one leg to the side, hitting you at another, pleasurable angle.
Your fingers ran down his back.
"I'm so close baby." He murmured. "Gonna filled you with my seed. Gonna let it take root, gonna give you a baby. Gonna make us a proper family now."
"Please Steve, fill me up." You begged, hugging him in a death grip.
You came again just as he spilled into you, and you could feel the ropes traveling deep inside of you.
Steve panted heavily, his forehead covered with a light sheen of sweat as he worked through light thrusts, making sure the both of you were completely rid of your orgasms.
He pulled out slowly, rolling over and unsteadily making his way to the bathroom. You could hear the water running and very soon after, he came back with a large purple towel and two small blue washcloths.
He sank back down onto the bed, wiping down your entire body- the cold water feeling well after the hot session. He cleaned up your pussy last, before placing a kiss on your stomach again.
"Please." He whispered against your skin, before he pulled back, grabbing the large dry towel to dry you off. He got rid of the towels, cleaning himself off in the bathroom.
He came back, grabbing himself a new pair of boxers and grabbing you one of his T-shirts and a pair of comfortable silk knickers.
"I love you Y/N." He whispered, pulling you into him from behind. "I really do."
"I love you too Stevie." you whispered back, rolling over so that you could snuggle into him like a giant teddy bear.
Five months later you discovered you were having twins.
The Barista and The Superhero (Part. I) - A Steve Rogers/Captain America x Reader Oneshot Story
It was a busy Friday afternoon. A lot of people came from work and treated themselves to a steaming hot cup of coffee before heading home for the weekend. I was multi-tasking with three orders in a most collected calm way when my colleague and best friend Teagan came over.
''Can you stand at the bar for just a minute?''
I nodded, stepping away so she could do my job. Wiping my hands on the apron around my middle, I stood behind the cash register, awaiting for the next customer.
A tall blonde guy who was very attractive stepped forward. ''Good afternoon, I would like two coffees. One black and the other one with a tiny splash of milk and two sugars.''
Listening intently, I typed it all down on the register and called out his payment amount. He gave it to me. I was just about to turn around and give the order to someone else, when an explosion shook the building.
Fear bubbled within me and I quickly excused myself. I entered the side alley where no one ever came and teleported myself to the roof. A huge spacecraft was flying above me, shooting lasers down to everyone on the streets.
I groaned and got rid of my stuff in the corner before closing my eyes. I forced the energy of my powers to course through my veins.
''Hey,'' someone panted as they entered the roof, ''what are you doing?''
I shushed them. When I opened my eyes again, they were glowing a bright blue and a spiral of blue lines floated around my hands and wrists.
I pulled my hands back and with a violent force, I pushed them forward, exploding this stream of light from the palm of my hands which collided with the spacecraft. It was pushed back and I repeated it a few more times, before I calmed down and turned around to see the customer I was tending to before this all went down.
''You might want to go to the beach.''
He stared at me, speechless. I walked past him and grabbed my stuff, creating a portal to my home and closed it behind me with a final look at the man in front of me.
-
The whole ordeal was settled with the intense help of the Avengers. Everyone praised them, and I couldn't care less, because it meant I was still safe.
I was making tomato soup when the buzzer downstairs went. Someone wanted to come. I turned the stove a bit off, wiped my hands on a towel, and walked to the front door. I accepted the call.
Teagan was going to come up in a second for our annual movie night. We had to cancel a few times but we finally found some free time. We were going to binge-watch the entire Pirates of the Caribbean movies - one of my ultimate favorites.
I waited in my front door but was surprised to see that blonde guy again.
''Who are you, and what are you doing here?'' I questioned, scared that HYDRA had finally found me after all these years.
''The name's Steve,'' he spoke calmly, ''and I think we should have a talk.''
I gulped down the lump in my throat and stepped aside, letting him in. Steve entered quietly and stood still in my living room.
''We need to discuss what happened the last time. Who are you?''
I closed the door and decided to just stay there, ''I'm Y/N. And, I would appreciate it, if you wouldn't tell anyone about what you saw.''
''My guess is that a lot of people saw it,'' he smiled gently, ''but I was coming here in the hopes we could discuss something. We might need your help.''
I motioned for him to sit down and I sat a chair at a generous distance from him, ''Who's 'we'?''
''S.H.I.E.L.D. The Avengers,'' he searched for my eyes, ''me.''
''I don't want to bring anyone in danger.''
''You won't. You actually would be saving people from danger.''
I nodded.
I would love to use my abilities for good, but it also endangered me. Maybe I could make a deal. ''Alright. But on one condition.''
Steve stared at me, ''What is it?''
''Teach me how to control it.''
It was quiet for a short time but he eventually spoke up again, ''We have a deal.''
I felt relief flooding my heart.
I spent years and years on the run, scared that I would slip up and signal them where I was right now. But now, I had a team to have my back, a team that could teach me how to be the best version of myself.
''You might want to pack some things. I don't think it's going to be safe for long.''
Standing up, I entered my room and made some smooth movements, all my furnite floating around and growing smaller and smaller, until my entire room was a miniature model of what it was.
I stuffed into my bag and grabbed some other stuff before heading to Steve.
He frowned at me, ''That's all?''
''You'd be surprised how much it actually is,'' I chuckled, ''sometimes my powers come in handy. Now, where are we headed? I need some calls to make beforehand.''
He agreed with it and together we walked downstairs to his car, and we made our way to what would be my new home.
-
We managed to get to our location safely. I was surprised to see that it were the Avengers headquarters.
''I can't stay here.''
Steve frowned at me, turning the key in the ignition to turn the engine off, ''Why not?''
''If anyone- Hell, if HYDRA found out that I was staying here, you would have a freaking target on your back. I can't do that to you.''
''That's very considerate of you,'' Steve chuckled, ''but we already have a target on our back. Dozens, actually. So, whatever you decide, it won't bring us in any more danger than we usually are.''
I huffed, opening the door, ''You're just trying to make me feel better.''
''Is it working?''
I turned to him and couldn't help the smile on my face when I met his hopeful eyes. Side by side, we entered the headquarters and everyone was already gathered at the meeting room.
I couldn't believe I was in the same room as Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson.
I waved shyly as I felt all their eyes on me, ''Hi.''
''Oh, look, Captain America decided to grace us with his presence,'' Tony muttered out in annoyance, ''and who's that?''
''Uhm,'' I looked at Steve and he nodded, and I turned back to face them with a kind smile, ''I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you all.''
''Are you the one he's been telling us about?'' Natasha asked kindly.
I frowned.
I wasn't aware that Steve was talking about me.
A blush crept onto my cheeks and I played it off as if I didn't notice, ''What was he saying?''
''Just that he met a sweet girl in a café who turned out to be stronger than Iron Man.''
Tony stared her down, ''Hey! That's just rude.''
Natasha chuckled and walked up to me, wrapping an arm around me. ''I know we are just going to get along well. Here, let me guide you to your new room.''
I thanked her and walked off with her, turning back to glance once at Steve as he smiled at me.
Steve's little sister has been spending a noticeable amount of time with Bucky, which leads Steve to being the brother he is.
Bucky Barnes & Reader- Platonic for now
Steve Rogers &Reader- Siblings.
Steve looks intently at Bucky; spilling the question. “Do you like my sister?” Steve asks. “What?!” Bucky exclaims. “Do you like my sister?” Steve asks again. It’s a wonder how Bucky was able to ask his question; between tripping on his words and trying to sort out his fast, blurry thoughts, he asks. “Who’s your sister?” “_____.” Steve immediately responds.
Bucky realizes why it seemed like he wasn’t talking to his best friend at the moment. He’s talking to his crush’s brother. ‘He seems to know about it, so let’s just be honest, Bucky thinks.
“Yeah,” he says, rubbing his folded arm that’s resting on his bent knees.
Steve nods, accepting the truth.
“All I need from you- if you plan on acting on these feelings, don’t hurt her. Don’t do anything that can bring pain to her. I’m happy that you found someone, my sister nonetheless. But that also means I’m going to be at times her brother instead of your best friend. Which also means that I may be a little tougher on you when it comes to making certain decisions that could involve her. I won’t be in your relationship but I will make sure you’re both taken care of.” he expresses.
Bucky’s stunned. Not because his friend approves, he had a feeling that he would regardless but; surprised for accepting him again. And with someone very important to them both.
Yes it’s their choice if they want to date, but he feels much happier knowing that his crush’s brother, his best friend,agrees.
Bucky turns to Steve and graces him in a big hug. Surprised by the sudden gesture, but hugs back nonetheless.
Parting from the hug, Bucky’s face falls in realization. “Oh shit” he mutters. “What?” Steve asks, “I haven’t thought about how to ask her out.” Bucky says. Steve can only try to contain his snickers and fails miserably. Letting his loud laugh flow from his chest and out his mouth. Head thrown back and smacking his knee, he looks over at his best friend and laughs harder.
“Hahaha, you need help- asking-her-out-” Steve chimes as he laughs more.
“So can you help me?” Bucky asks, a little amused by Steve’s outburst but also nervous shitless. Steve cools down, well attempting after another round of laughs. When he finally calms down enough to speak full sentences, he exposes “I can help you with a lot of things, but getting you with my sister? Nah,” Steve responds, as he lets the new laugh rumble from his stomach. Bucky grumbles to himself trying not to laugh at Steve’s withering figure.
‘Now how in the Hell do I ask her out?’ Bucky thinks as he watches Steve. Cracking into a smile himself then bursts out laughing with Steve; when Steve takes another glance at disgruntled friend.
You've Done This Before, Right? (Steve Rogers x Reader - SMUT)
Summary: You kiss Steve in the parking lot and well, one thing leads to another
A/N - GIF NOT MINE
Warnings: Smut, More Smut, and nothing but smut, Language, 18+
You couldn't believe it. You'd fallen for Steve Rogers. He was basically your closest friend. And now you found him hot. Great. Just Great.
You were sitting on the table in the compound, thinking about your gigantic crush on the super solider, when Bucky walked in.
"Doll, if you're going to picture doing....things with our best friend, you might as well tell him how you feel."
Along with Steve, Bucky was also your best friend, so naturally, he knew how you felt.
"I'm not picturing anything."
"Yeah, and Stark is good with people."
"Don't pull the sarcasm on me, Barnes. That's my job, alright."
He threw his hands up in mock surrender.
"All right, I get it! It is also my duty to get y'all together fast, the sexual tension is killing me."
Just then Steve walked in.
"What's killing him?"
"Oh- uh, just you know, Tony's sarcasm." you sputtured.
Bucky smirked at how flustered you got, and Steve quirked an eyebrow.
"Tony?"
"Yeah. Iron Man...."
"Oh. Ok. So, I was gonna go for a run, so, wanna come with?"
"Yeah. Sure."
"Good. If you two keep flirting, I'm gonna throw up in my breakfast.", Bucky commented
You blushed (so did he) as you walked to your room and got changed. You put your silky h/c hair in a ponytail, and changed into a black sports bra with matching joggers.
You went downstairs, and seemingly only Bucky noticed the way Steve was staring at you.
As you ran next to Steve, you felt the cool morning air hit your face. You thought about what would happen if you told Steve what you felt for him. You'd been so caught up in your thoughts, you didn't realize that you were both in the garage. You both slowed down and stopped while he got some water from his car.
"Y/N? You doing ok?", He asked, stepping closer to you.
"Yeah, just..thinking."
"Ok"
You decided it was time.
"Actually, Steve, I've been meaning to tell you something. I like you. I have for a while, but I didn't know if you'd feel the same, and-"
He cut you off by kissing you abruptly, and you kissed back with pleasure. You deepened the kiss, and he licked your lips. You opened your mouth for him to enter, and he darted his tongue in your mouth, exploring it. You moaned quietly. You both pulled apart panting, and you could hardly resist the temptation to pull his clothes off and fuck him senseless.
"I've been wanting to do that. I like you too, Y/N. And I gotta admit, I got kinda jealous hearing you call him Tony."
You wanted to kiss him again.
"Really?"
"Mhm."
"Good. We should take this to my room, then."
"Yeah. Totally."
You both headed to your room, giggling like teenagers. You both got in your room, and he locked the door, and shoved you against the wall, kissing you passionately, his tongue darting back in your mouth. You both started to head to the bed, and stopped him.
"You've done this before, right?, you asked
He nodded. That was all you needed. You took off his shirt, and he took of your bra, then cupped your breasts in his hands, causing you to moan. He took of your pants, and as he was taking off your panties, shoved two fingers inside you, making you moan with pleasure.
You slowly took off his boxers, his hard member showing. He layed you on the bed, and kissed you once more, going all the way down. He circled his tongue around your clit, and you whimpered.
"Steve.", you moaned.
"Use your words, sweetheart.", he raspily replied
"I need you inside me."
"As you wish."
He thrust inside of you, and you let out a louder moan this time. He kept thrusting, and flipped him. You know hovered over him, and you rode his large dick.
"Fuck, baby, so wet for me."
You both moaned, and the bed racked. Eventually, you both unraveled, panting.
summary || You loved to tease your boyfriend, Steve, but how far can you go until he realizes? You’ll just have to find out.
word count: 6k
Warnings/Tags: 18+ minors DNI. slow burn, teasing, oral (m to f), use of sex toys, praise kink, size kink, b*ndage with ties (beedeeSM? yes, please), explicit adult content.
This weekend has been rather boring. While most weekends were spent either with your boyfriend, Steve, or with your best friend, Natasha, this weekend just seemed to be on standstill.
Your body was itching to do something, but you didn’t know what. Steve left early that morning to be with Sam and Bucky, his two best friends, and although you thought you would be able to make plans with your friends they were all busy.
So, what did you end up doing? Hatch a devious plan for when Steve got back.
He should be getting back anytime now, your eyes glancing at the clock again on the kitchen stove, the small digits displaying that it was almost six pm.
You ran to the main bedroom and threw the closet doors open, stepping inside the massive walk-in closet and humming along to a random song in your head. Your hands glided against the various fabrics that were hanging on the right side of the closet. If you wanted Steve to keep up with your games tonight, you’d have to do it right.
Once you near the correct section of the hangers, your hands drift towards a lace set of panties and a bra. The soft nude fabric with small flower details etched all over was perfect.
Steve and you were almost a year together and even when he was busy with missions, you both maintained a pretty active sex life. It’s like once the two of you were in the same room, you both went feral.
Grabbing the hanger, you pull the set closer to you and throw it onto the ottoman in the middle of the closet. You’d leave it there until it was time. First, you had to tease him a little until he deserved your body in that lingerie. You were already wearing pretty revealing clothing as is, a thin white shirt that showed the outline of your bra and grey pajama shorts that were just a little too short after Steve accidentally washed them in hot water and shrunk them. You didn’t mind though, and he didn’t either once he realized the effect it had on him.
A half hour later, the front door was clicking open and you were settled back on the couch as if you didn’t just grab lingerie in the closet with a devious plan. The wine glass you were halfway done with sat on the coffee table in front of you.
Your eyes drifted to the front door, your core already beginning to ache as Steve steps in. His dark blue sweater hugged his figure perfectly and you licked your lips at the sight of him. He must’ve shaved this morning before he left, making his jaw look even more chiseled than it already is.
His blue eyes lift up and catch yours as he closes the door and makes his way towards the kitchen island to the left of the living room.
“Natasha was busy?” Steve speaks up, kicking off his shoes and placing them near a wall where the rest of our shoes are.
You nod your head and reach for the wine glass and bring it to your lips before responding, “She was.”
“Hmm. Sorry, I would have brought you with me,” Steve says as he walks towards a cabinet and grabs a glass and fills it with water from the fridge.
He makes his way towards the couch and you perk up, sitting more straight. Your legs are hitched up near your chest as you comfortably lounge on the couch.
Steve sits next to you, the couch cushion dipping with his weight and his right hand moves to caress your knee. You look up at him and see him drink from the glass and then catch you staring. The crimson glow creeping up his cheeks make you fluster as well.
“Bucky and Sam would have hated me there,” You counter, a smile spreading across your face.
You liked having your time with your own friends and Steve having his time with his boys. You never minded that he didn’t invite you to those hangouts.
His hand starts moving in slow motions, up and down your knee and your breath hitches. You shake your head slowly and have to remind yourself that you’re the one that has to make Steve beg for it tonight.
You shift your weight so his hand falls off your knees and he gives you a quizzical look before leaning back in the cushion, legs spread wide and one arm spread across the back of the couch.
You wanted to take him right there. God, you wanted it so bad.
“You’re not wrong,” Steve answers as he finishes his glass and places it on his thigh. Your eyes follow his hands where they stay on his thick thigh and you lick your lips in anticipation.
“Mhm,” You reply, your body already heating at the close proximity.
Steve leans his head back against the couch and sighs, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again and looking at you with curiosity flooding his face.
“You’re thinking of something, sunshine,” Steve says so softly, if you weren’t staring at his lips as they formed each word you would have missed what he said.
The nickname falls out of his lips so smoothly, one that he coined when you two first began dating. As cheesy as it sounds, Steve really did make you feel like sunshine even on those stormy days.
You look up at the ceiling and shrug your shoulders, trying not to make eye contact with him anymore. He could tell if you were lying just by looking at your eyes. It was a blessing and a curse, especially when you’re attempting to succeed with your plan.
You shake your head, strands of your hair framing your face as you head shakes. “Nope, I’m mainly thinking about dinner and a movie we can watch.” You can feel his gaze leave you and your shoulders slump as you exhale slowly.
“Don’t worry about dinner, I’ve got it. You go on and get more wine and find a movie.”
“Are you sure?” You weren’t exactly lying about dinner, but you weren’t exactly hungry for food.
Steve nods his head and claps his hand on his thigh as he pushes himself off the couch and stands up, lending out his free hand towards you.
You look up at him, hoping your eyes are big enough as you bite your bottom lip. Steve’s body goes rigid for a second as he sees you there, sitting on the couch eye level with his crotch. The way your eyes are looking up at him, submissively, has his cock twitching at the thought of you taking him right then and there.
He clears his throat and you hide a smile as you grab his hand and let him pull you up. You grab your wine glass from the coffee table and follow Steve’s broad shoulders as he walks you both to the kitchen.
In less than half an hour, Steve is cooking up his favorite steak recipe and you’re assisting by sitting on a nearby counter, waiting for the mashed potatoes that are cooking on the stove to be done.
“All right, we’re done. Grab some plates, sunshine?”
You nod your head and slide off the counter, heading towards a cabinet and pulling out two plates and making your way towards Steve. He’s turning off the switches on the stove and letting the steak rest before cutting it into thin slices on a cutting board on the counter next to the stove.
“Thanks,” Steve exclaims as he takes the plates from your hands, his huge ones engulfing both your hands and the plate edges together. You look up at him, the heat of his palm scorching your skin and bringing tingles to your body at his touch.
Steve’s lips lift into a sly smile before gently taking the plates from my grip and placing them on the counter next to the cutting board, lifting each steak carefully until they’re on the board and he begins slicing. You watch him as his hands get to work with the large knife and the veins in his hands appear as he focuses on cutting each steak.
You lick your lips hesitantly and then watch Steve place the pieces onto each plate. He licks his fingers from the steak’s juices and then turns towards the small pot of mashed potatoes that are alone on the stove.
“Wait, you need to try it out first,” You speak up, wanting to make sure he likes it first before putting it on his plate. You tried a new recipe and hoped he’d like it.
Steve gives a brisk nod and picks up the ladle in the pot and scoops a small bit of mashed potatoes before bringing it to his lips and tasting it. His eyes widen as he eats it and then nods, looking at you in approval.
“That’s really good, even better than last time.”
You smile proudly, but then watch with wandering eyes as Steve puts the ladle back down and instead of putting the food on your plates he takes a finger and dips it into the mashed potatoes. You inhale sharply, watching him pick up his finger with a glob of the food and lean towards you.
“Steve-” You start but you stop yourself. You can take control of whatever you both are doing right now…
You bite your lip and then open your lips into a tiny “o” as he leans further and places his finger in your mouth. The warm food is heavenly, melting in your mouth, and you can’t help but moan at the decadent taste. You lock eyes with Steve as you close your lips around his finger, swirling your tongue around and you can see Steve’s blue eyes grow a shade of dark aegean blue.
The butterflies in your stomach, and the heat in between your thighs grow as you continue swirling your tongue around Steve’s finger… until you pull away, your lips making a pop sound as you retract his finger from your mouth.
You mischievously grin and and you see Steve’s shoulders slowly rise and fall as he handles his breathing after what you just did. You’re hoping he can get to it and finally take you to the bedroom, but then you remember you’re still not in the lingerie you planned.
Steve turns around, facing his back towards you and you furrow your brows wondering why he isn’t doing anything about what you just did. Usually, he’ll have you flipped over his shoulder and spanked.
“I’m going to freshen up before dinner,” You say nonchalantly, letting him grab the plates full of food and before you can see what he does, you turn on your heels and head towards the bedroom where your lingeries awaits.
Once you get your lingerie on, you plan to ditch the shorts and shirt you were previously wearing and decide on an oversized white cable knit cardigan that goes just below the knees. It wasn’t cold in the apartment, but you still needed to continue teasing Steve and this would be perfect with the lingerie underneath.
As you make your way back to the front of the apartment, Steve is already seated, pouring himself a glass of the wine you’ve almost finished today. His large hand almost covers the whole glass as he lifts it up to drink, his eyes scanning around the room until they land on you.
You don’t meet his eyes as you clear your throat, getting on one of the island bar stools and planting your ass there, making sure Steve has full view of your exposed legs. You shrug your shoulders, letting the fabric of the sweater fall off your right shoulder and you look at the plate in front of you and smile.
“It looks good, I can’t wait to dig in,” you say loudly, grabbing a fork and knife to get started on the steak. Steve’s eyes haven’t left your body since and you can feel his stare in your peripherals, which makes you want to moan even louder as you take a bite of the juicy steak.
Steve shifts in his chair and exhales loudly, before digging into his own plate.
You’ve made Steve Rogers speechless.
As you both eat your food, you can feel Steve’s eyes glance at you in between bites and you finally turn your neck to see him finishing up his plate while you’re still halfway.
“Want more wine?” He asks, getting up from his barstool and walking towards the sink, placing his plate softly in it before looking up at you.
You nod slowly, finishing the last bite of your steak and moving your fork towards the rest of the mashed potatoes. This meal was orgasmic.
“Yes, please,” you manage to squeak out. His lips form a smirk as he grabs the wine bottle near his end of the island counter and then walks towards you until his chest is flush with your bare shoulder and you look up, batting your eyelashes as you watch him pour another glass for you. Before he retracts the bottle from your glass you see his eyes shift down, looking at you in a dominant nature and you gulp, already knowing that you’re soaked down there.
“You’ve got a little something,” Steve whispers, placing the bottle down on the island and then lifting his fingers towards the side of your lips, rubbing away whatever is there. But he doesn’t move his fingers, he keeps them there on your skin. The heat of his fingers rise and you gulp again.
Not wanting to end this game of cat and mouse just yet, you scoot your barstool back and hop off. You grab your wine glass quickly and see Steve stunned in place.
“Let’s watch that movie,” You singsong, your feet padding against the hardwood floor until you’re back on the couch. You pat the cushion next to you and Steve shakes his head, getting out of his trance before he follows your command and makes his way towards the couch.
He plops down again and grabs your hand that was resting on the cushion, pulling your body closer to him. You giggle and let him pull your body like you weigh nothing.
“Steve! Let me finish this glass,” you scream as the wine sloshes around the rim of the glass, almost splashing out.
Steve leans back and stretches out, his body twice the size of yours as you finish the glass and place it on the ground before you lay back. Steve warps his arm around your waist, pulling you in closely so he can spoon you. The movie begins to play and you don’t even remember Steve getting the remote from the coffee table. He tosses it on the ground before you both get comfortable.
But you don’t stop the teasing there. As Steve’s body is flush against yours, you use this to your advantage. You’ve put on an action movie in hopes that Steve would have concentration on the screen and you can continue your game.
You coddle closer to Steve, pushing your ass back into his front and you hear him grunt behind you. You can feel the growing need in your core as you begin to shift more, making sure your ass rubs just barely against his cock.
Steve sighs, moving his hand from your waist towards your legs, rubbing his palm in long stripes against your skin. You can feel his fingers get closer to the hem of the cardigan and the more you push your ass towards his cock the higher his fingers go.
Finally, his fingers find themselves underneath the fabric of the cardigan and make their way up towards your hip where the waistband of the lace thong is.
You feel Steve’s cock grow even harder against your back and you bite your lip in an attempt to hold back your laugh.
His fingers graze over the waistband, pulling it an inch in the air and then snapping it back against your hip.
You squeak and push your ass against him, causing him to groan and dig his fingers into your hips. You let out a heavy breath and keep your eyes on the tv as you begin to grind in small circles against him.
His fingers release the tension on your skin before going back for the waistband and then finally moving towards your center. His fingers graze against the lace fabric and he seethes through his teeth as you feel his body jolt forward and create even less room between your bodies.
“Steve-” You moan, cursing yourself for letting your desires take over the goal of teasing Steve until he begs for you.
“I know what you’ve been doing,” Steve finally whispers in your ear. The movie is loud, but you can hear him perfectly. The rasp in his voice makes you know that he is just as feral as you are.
You lean your head back, letting his lips graze your ear until they find your neck. He lays a small kiss before lifting his mouth off your skin. You let out a pathetic whimper from the loss of contact.
“It’s just a game,” You whine, continuing the grind of your hips on his cock. He growls in your ear as you cause his cock to grow even harder at the contact. “I was bored all day and needed-“”
But Steve doesn’t let you finish. He moves his hand away from your center before he had a chance to touch your pussy and you sigh in protest. But you hold your breath as he moves his hands from underneath the cardigan, pulling his hand on top of the cardigan and begins to unbutton it. You can’t register what he’s doing as he leaves the cardigan open, your body exposed in your front. He then reaches up towards your neck, locking you in place with his hand. At his mercy.
Fuck.
He squeezes his fingers against your neck before whispering, “You know you only have to tease me once to get me to fuck you.”
You breath through your nose harshly, hoping he can’t feel your heart begin to race.
You let out a whimper and then take your chance as he releases his fingers against your throat to jolt off the couch. Steve attempts to grab you, but instead grabs your cardigan where he previously unbuttoned them. It falls off you and he snickers, looking you up and down as you stand there in just a lace bra and thong.
Your cheeks redden as you watch his eyes feast on you, making your breath leave you. You widen your eyes and run.
Your steps can only take you so far down the hallway before you hear his loud footsteps behind you. The beating in your chest feels like you’re going to explode if you keep breathing harshly and don’t calm your fear of being caught.
But also, the thought of him catching you and punishing you for teasing him makes your pussy clench and you know you’re going to be a waterfall for him and he hasn’t even touched you there yet.
Suddenly, you feel his arms catch your waist and pull you flush to his chest. He wraps his hand around your neck and lifts your chin up towards him, his mouth pressed against your ear.
“You had your fun, sunshine, now it’s my turn”
You gulp, giving Steve a small nod as he pushes your body towards the bedroom center where the bed is. He flips you around, holding you by your waist and the back of your neck. His eyes are feral and your heart quickens at how dark Steve looks right now. He looks pissed and hungry for your submission.
You whimper as Steve closes the distance and locks his lips with yours, causing you to moan into his mouth. You can feel his lips tug into a smile as he continues to kiss you, tracing his tongue against yours. His hands are now all over you, pulling you closer and feeling all over your body.
The intimacy is almost too much as you push back to release your lips and take a deep breath. Steve grins and runs his hands under your butt before lifting your body up, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He walks you both mindlessly towards the bed and he leans down to place you there gently.
Your eyes watch Steve as he doesn’t join you on the bed and you furrow your brows in confusion as you watch his body move back towards the closet. You see him disappear for a moment and hear shuffling noises. You look up at the ceiling, willing your heart to calm down and think of what Steve could probably be doing in the closet.
Before you can think of anything, he comes back out and his hands are full of his ties. Green, blue, black, and red ties are bundled in his hands and he smirks, watching you watch him from the bed. He finally reaches the bed and throws the ties except for the blue on on the bed next to you.
He drags his knees on top of the bed, your body in between his knees as he leans over you, dragging his nose against your neck before he kisses it and lays his lips on your ear.
“You’re going to be a good girl now, and let me have my way with you.”
Instinctively, your body bucks up in anticipation and he chuckles lowly in your ear, causing shivers down your spine. His hands move up and down the sides of your body causing goosebumps and he chuckles again as his hands pull your hands up past your head, locking his eyes with yours.
You can feel the heat of his body radiate off him and you bite your lip as you feel his hands bring your wrists together, tying them together with the blue tie. He pulls the ends in one movement, causing them to be tight enough where you can’t escape.
He lifts off from your body and you whine, wanting him to come back but he snickers and shakes his head as he grabs the red tie and looks from you to the bed post that’s adjacent to your body.
He leans over, grabbing you by the waist and turns you until you’re lying down on the bed correctly. He then grabs your tied wrists, pulling your body up against the frame of the bed. He then finds a way to tie your wrists to the bed post leaving your body at his disposal.
“Steve, please,” you beg, your body bucking up again for his touch but he just ignores you as he grabs another tie. You think he’s going to tie your ankles together this time but instead, he lifts the back of your head and wraps the black tie around your temple and then around your eyes, depriving you of your sense of sight.
You let out a heavy breath and Steve’s fingers linger over the tie on your eyes.
“Do you need them off, sunshine?” His concerned tone makes you remember that Steve only goes as far as you’ll ever let him. He doesn’t want to hurt you and you have to remember that.
You nod your head and he leans down, placing his lips on you and you jolt a little from the sudden touch you weren’t prepared for due to not having sight.
Your hands are up above your head, causing your wrists to move in small circles attempting to get out of the ties but it’s useless. You don’t mind being tied up, but you want to be able to touch Steve, too.
Before you can think of anything else, you squeal as you feel lips on your sternum. The feel of his shaven jawline causes shivers as he moves his head lower and lower until you feel his lips above your covered nipples. The lace bra is barely covering your skin, so you feel his lips perfectly on your skin.
“Tease me twice, and now you’re in for it,” Steve says loudly, apparently finishing his sentence from earlier and you take a deep breath waiting for his next movement. You feel his rough fingers run along your chest until they enclose both of your breasts. You never had Steve blindfold you, so this was a new feeling. You loved it.
His palms rub against your nipples at the perfect pace until you’re whimpering softly. He shuts you up by kissing you and you lift your chest off the bed hoping he can move his lips further down to your nipples.
Finally, Steve takes his sweet time to pull the lace bra straps off your shoulders and slide the fabric off your breasts. You expect him to lift your back to unclasp the bra, but instead you feel a hard tug against your ribcage as he pulls hard and snaps the bra by the band.
“There,” he slowly says, moving his hands over your breasts again. You moan, clasping your fingers together as you feel the heat of it all reach your core and you’re aching for him.
The feeling of his lips on your nipples make you squirm and you let out a squeal as he closes his mouth on your right breast. His tongue licks around your nipple until he sucks, causing his lips to make a pop sound as he releases your nipple from his mouth. He begins the same ritual with your other nipple and you clench your thighs together.
After he’s had his fun with your nipples, his tongue runs down your body in one long stripe until he meets the waistband of your tongue. Your thighs clench harder and you can hear Steve grunt as his fingers reach for the waistband, pulling them down slowly causing you to squirm and moan.
“I know what I want, sunshine,” His voice breaks through and you grunt in apprehension. “I’m gonna get it… and so are you.”
And with that, he pulls your thong by the waistband down quickly past your ankles until they fall wherever he lets them. Now, you’re fully exposed to him and he hasn’t even taken off a particle of clothing to your knowledge. You begin to feel the rise of heat to your cheeks as you think of Steve fully clothed and you lying naked on the bed at his mercy.
You hear shuffling and sounds of things moving and you move your head towards the sound, unable to make out what exactly Steve’s decided to do.
The bed dips again as you feel Steve’s body back on the mattress and he leans close, having both of your chests touching. You don’t feel his sweater anymore, which causes you to let out a breath as you register he’s taken off his shirt.
“Steve, what are you doing,” You let out, hoping he can walk you through what he’s about to do and explain what he has.
You hear a click next to your ear and you brace yourself for whatever it can be, but you have no idea. You finally hear another click and a whirring sound and that’s when it finally becomes clear.
He has a vibrator wand in his hand and he’s going to use it on you. You’re tied up with no way to have control over the vibrator. You’re done for.
“I love seeing your body crave my touch but also jump at every touch.” Steve speaks up as he moves the vibrator close to your chest, letting the wand touch your nipples. You bite your lip, holding in a moan as the vibrations make your nipples even harder than they already are.
“Just like that,” he praises as your body jolts up from the vibrations as he moves the wand lower onto your stomach.
The vibrator brings more sensation to your body and you let out heavy moans as it finally reaches your pussy. His hand follow the wand and you wish you could see what he’s doing.
“Fuck,” You hear him curse under his breath as his hand moves to your hip to keep you grounded.
Suddenly, you scream as his moves the vibrator down your folds until it’s pressed against your clit. The vibrations send shockwaves throughout your body and you attempt to clench your thighs together but Steve’s hand stops you.
“Not a chance,” his words shock you and you whimper through the amazing feeling of the wand against your clit.
He begins to move it in slow motions up and down your folds and your body bucks every time the vibrations go over your clit. You can already feel the wetness pooling down your thighs and onto the mattress.
“Steve, please, please,” you beg but Steve tsks as you feel his breath hover over your folds and you hitch your breath, until he lands his tongue over your folds.
This sensation causes you to scream and attempt to move your arms down, but the bed creaks as your tied wrists move from its anchored position.
“Steve!” You scream, making him grunt as he continues to lap up your juices and have the vibrator against your clit. In a few more vibrations and licks, you can feel yourself about to come.
“That’s right,” Steve breathes as he lifts his lips off your folds. “I think you’ve learned your lesson?”
He lifts the wand off your clit just as you’re about to climax and come, causing a whimper and moan release from your lips at the sudden loss of contact on your pussy. Your breathing has increased and you wriggle your body, trying to clench your thighs to finish the job, but Steve’s hands stop you again and spread your legs further apart.
Just this alone, has you even more wet and ready to come all over the bed. You wriggle again and he curses, pushing his hands down on your legs causing you to whimper at the force.
“You’ll come when I tell you to.”
You nod your head pathetically and relax your body, the heartbeat in your pussy still beating harshly waiting for it’s release. If Steve even touches your clit once, you’ll explode.
“Good girl, now I’m going to fill you up until you’re breaking those ties around your wrists.”
The dominance in his voice is achingly seductive and you just want him to fuck you into oblivion. But you know you’re under his control right now and he’s already deprived you of coming. You don’t want him to tease you all night, you don’t have the strength.
“Y-yes, sir,” you breathe out and you hear him chuckle.
The sounds in your ear are what you can only register as him taking off his belt and pants. You feel the bed dip again, and he stretches your legs even further apart, bringing a whimper to your lips.
The feeling of the tip of his cock is all you feel next as he leans down, hovering over your body. You feel his hand run up your waist, chest, and neck until his fingers hover over the blindfold. You bite your lip in anticipation and you feel his breath on your cheek as he slowly pulls down he blindfold, letting it fall around your neck like a collar.
His eyes drift towards the sight of his tie acting like a collar and he licks his lips. His once ocean blue eyes are a dark cobalt blue and you gulp, waiting for him to make the next move.
His cock twitches against your folds as he leans up, causing his cock to glide over your wet folds and you close your eyes and moan, leaning your head back. He grunts and then moves his hand to your neck.
“Open your eyes. I want to see you as I fill you up, I’m not waiting any longer.”
His words makes your heart pound harder and your thighs clench around his waist as you realize he’s done preparing you and whatever wetness you have in your is all the lube you’ll both be having.
Steve’s knees adjust until he can balance his weight on them as he keeps his hand on your neck and uses his other hand to go down between your bodies, grabbing ahold of his tip and letting it glide up and down your folds.
He curses under his breath again and feels your body attempt to relax as he pushes his tip in slowly. He leans back down, until he’s hovering you again and then uses his free hand to hold your waist as he pushes his cock straight into you.
The feeling of his length in your small hole causes you to moan and squirm, attempting to make room for his size.
“You can take my size. You’ve done it many times,” Steve teases as he pushes further until he bottoms out and you can relax now that the hard part is over. You can feel his girth fill you up and you bite your lip as he begins to move slowly out and then jams back into you, a scream pulling out of your lips.
He hushes you, pressing his lips towards you as he begins thrusting in and out of you. His tip is hitting your cervix everytime. The feeling of your climax comes back and you pull hard on the ties against your wrist and you hear the bed creak again as you use all your strength to break them.
Steve continues to kiss away your moans until he moves his lips to your neck and continues his harsh thrusts into your core. You can feel the sweat on his chest against yours.
You clench your thighs again and groan as his tip hits your cervix. His hand moves down towards your left thigh, stretching it even wider to give him an even deeper thrust. You open your mouth and moan, not believing he could even get deeper. He would break you in half if he kept this up.
“Steve, I’m going to come,” You whine against him and he lifts his head and locks his eyes with yours. Instead of the dark eyes that used to stare back at you, now his calm and ocean blue eyes are staring back at you.
“I know, baby, I’m going to fill you up.”
At those words you let loose, your thighs fall from his grasp and you gasp. Your pussy clenches against his cock and you groan as you come. He curses as he continues to thrust into you, your come milking his cock until he moves one more time and stills, groaning in your ear as you feel his seed fill you up.
Your pussy clenches again as you come down from your high and Steve’s dick twitches inside you.
Steve kisses your neck before kissing your lips and caresses your sides with his hands. You let yourself breathe in and out deeply and his breathing matches yours. He lifts his face to look at you and he smirks, watching your dazed eyes focus on him. You’re spent from the release and Steve knows it.
“You did so good, sunshine. I should tie you up more often.”
Could you please write Steve Rogers one shot where the reader has a crush on Steve ( and everyone can see it) but she is much younger than him (like 19 or smth) and best friends with Peter Parker and a little bit shy and cute and steve likes her too but he’s a little scared because she’s so much younger than her so he tried to be with sharon and the reader is hurt and jealous and just a lot of fluff at the end AND please involve the avengers ( like tony, bucky, sam, nat usw.)💕💕💕
My Old Man
Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader
Fandom: Marvel
Warnings: slight age gap (hypothetically since he's biologically like 24), angst, anger, betrayal, drama, FLUFF
Word Count: 2,056
A/N: Okay, this kind of ended up being a little more towards an AU. (y/n/n): Your nick name But, I hope it's what you wanted and that you enjoy it. Sorry it ended up being so long and took me so long to get out!! I really enjoyed writing this! Thank you so much for this request and your love and support. Yay to the first Steve Rogers fic!! Feedback is always welcome and encouraged.
Summary: After spending multiple months flirting with Steve, he gets with Sharon and you have to deal with the mess he created.
(gif not mine!)
"Stevie!" You cheered, bolting towards the blonde-haired boy who welcomed you with open arms.
"Hey, kitten!" Steve smiled as he wrapped his arms around you, ignoring the teasing look Bucky gave him, "What's a girl like you doing here on a Friday night?"
You pulled back from the hug, pouting as you looked up at Steve, "Studying with Peter."
"Hey! I'm not that bad!" Peter called from the living room where he was talking with Tony.
"Yes, you are! You know I hate physics!"
Steve chuckled at your pout, "Aw, c'mon, kitten. You're too pretty to be pouting like this."
Immediately your cheeks flushed as you heard Bucky and Sam chuckle from their seats at the kitchen table. Time with Steve was always like this. The two of you flirted and teased each other. You liked him immensely, and you hoped that he liked you too, that the flirting wasn't just teasing. Of course, though, the flirting was mainly Steve. You would try to make conversation, but the moment Steve started to flirt with you, you would get so shy around him.
Steve watched as you waved at him bashfully, skipping off to where Peter was calling for you. Bucky called Steve over to where he and Sam were sitting at the table, both wearing shit-eating grins. Steve sighed, sitting down in a seat and preparing himself for the oncoming lecture.
"Kitten?" Sam teased, "Really?"
"Oh, come on," Steve groaned, "It's just because of her mutation! She transforms into a cat!"
Sam rolled his eyes as Bucky laughed, "Don't you think it's dangerous, though? Getting involved with someone so young?"
Steve gave Sam an odd look, "I mean... I haven't thought about it that way. I've just told myself that I'm technically not older than 20 biologically."
"Sure, that's technically correct, punk. But... there's so much age difference between you and her," Buck sighed, looking at his beer, "Do you think it would work out? I mean... she's still in college."
"Hey, stop discouraging him so much," Sam fired at Bucky, "They're cute, and they would be good for one another, you know that. You're just jealous that he can find someone and you can't."
"Watch it," Bucky pouted, glaring at Sam, "I will beat you."
In another part of the compound, you sat in Tony's lab, listening to both Tony and Peter try to explain the physics assignment to you. You were beginning to understand it, but you still didn't fully grasp the concept. Who decided to make physics so hard anyways?
You were beyond relieved when you finally finished the assignment and were able to venture off with Peter. Steve, Bucky, and Sam had all left already, but you and Peter were more than happy to strike up a conversation with Vision and Wanda. You'd met Peter when you had transferred over to his school in the second grade, and ever since then, you'd been inseparable.
"So (y/n)," Wanda smiled, nudging your shoulder softly, "When are you going to tell Steve you're interested.
"What!?" You yelped, looking around quickly to make sure Steve wasn't there, "What? I have no clue what you're talking about! That's... ha.... what!?"
Immediately Peter, Wanda, and Vision all broke out into light laughter at your panic. Wanda smiled her warm, gentle smile, "Hun, it's okay, we all know. We all think you two would be really cute, actually."
With wide eyes, you directed your gaze to your best friend Peter, who sat beside you. Expecting some sort of back up you felt incredibly betrayed as he gave you your guilty smile.
"Sorry, (y/n/n), I agree with them," Peter shrugged with his words, causing you to gasp.
"He likes you back," Wanda spoke softly, trying to encourage you, "Nothing bad could come out of you telling him something he probably already knows."
Right as you went to respond, your phone rang, and you silently thanked your mother for choosing that exact moment to call you. As she told you she was waiting patiently outside your apartment, you decided that you would have to verbally thank her when you got back. You quickly thanked them all and rushed out of the compound, desperate to get away from everything they were trying to make you face.
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You hadn't been to the compound since your conversation with Wanda and Peter, which had been nearly two weeks ago. Your classes had ended up swamping you with work, but finally, you seemed to catch a break. Peter, though he'd seen you literally every single day since then, had invited you back to the compound. You couldn't lie and say you weren't excited because you were.
You missed listening to Steve and Tony bicker, as well as Bucky and Sam bicker. You missed smelling Wanda's cooking and listening to Clint and Nat's amazing battle stories. The compound was always so full of life that you missed it every time you left. Sure, you were technically an Avenger, but Tony knew you wanted to focus more on your studies.
As you and Peter stepped out of the elevator, the group's laughter filled your ears, and you couldn't help but smile at the sound. There was an unfamiliar laugh that you didn't recognize. However, you didn't think much of it as Peter and you entered the living room cheerfully.
"Hey, guys!" Peter piped up cheerfully.
Your gaze flicked around the room before landing on Sharon, who was sitting on Steve's lap. You froze immediately, your heart-stopping the moment the sight registered in your mind. Biting your lip, you forced yourself to look away as tears rose in your eyes. You'd been so prepared to tell Steve today, you'd spent the past two weeks psyching yourself up to tell him, and now... now he was with Sharon?
Sharon, of all people? What did she have that you didn't? You were just as smart, if not smarter. You were just as skilled in combat, and hell, you could turn into any breed of cat that you wanted. The last time you checked, Sharon couldn't do that. Your sadness quickly turned into jealously and anger as you repeatedly told yourself the reasons why you were better than Sharon.
Peter coaxed you down to a spot on the couch at the realization that your silence was slightly awkward. Nobody had spoken since you entered the room, and you hadn't moved from your spot. His heart ached for you, and part of him was upset with Tony for not telling him about Steve and Sharon.
The rest of the night was incredibly tense. While everyone else tried to continue the conversation, you sat there brooding. You watched Sharon fawn all over Steve, and even though you could register that he was fairly uncomfortable, you couldn't shake the anger off. Sharon... over you? Really?
Finally, when Sharon kissed Steve's jaw, you leaped up, tears in your eyes as you stormed out of the room. You rushed down the halls until you finally reached the room that was set up to be Peter's room for whenever he wanted to stay over. You flopped down onto the bed, staring at the ceiling as tears cascaded down your cheeks.
Light footsteps echoed down the hallway, and if it wasn't for your enhanced hearing, you probably wouldn't have heard them. The door opened and closed slowly, and the mattress soon dipped beside you. Despite no words having been said, you knew it was Nat. She was the only person in the entire compound that could step and move that lightly beside you due to your feline mutation.
"None of us knew until they arrived," Her voice was soft as she spoke to you, "My bet is that Steve's trying to distract himself from you."
"Don't try to flatter me, Nat," You sniffled as you glared at the ceiling, "Why on earth would he 'distract' himself from me?"
Nat chuckled at your jealously as you huffed, "Because he's scared (y/n). Steve hasn't been with anyone in 80 years or so. You're young. He's literally 100. What isn't there for him to be scared?"
"Well, it's dumb," You grumbled, "I'm scared too, but you don't see me getting with a random guy."
"You're right. He executed it terribly."
"No kidding."
"Just.. tell him, kiddo. Worst that happens is he misses a chance with the best girl."
You leaned upon your elbows as you watched Nat get up and leave the room. You dropped back down with a sigh as your tears ceased. What were you supposed to do? Even if Steve was just doing this to distract himself from the fears that come with liking you, he hurt you. He hurt you deeply. You'd been flirting with each other for months, and suddenly he's with Sharon?
You groaned. This was all just too much for you. Being completely honest with yourself, part of you just wanted to go home, cuddle up in bed, and watch movies for the rest of the day. You sighed at the sound of the door opening and closing, not bothering you look up to see who it was, you simply pouted.
"I'm sorry."
You leaped up at the sound of Steve's voice. Forcing yourself to sit up straight, you gulped as you stared at the man in front of you. You quickly wiped your tears as you looked over Steve, trying to force yourself to stay angry at him, even though it was nearly impossible with his sad puppy look.
"I messed up," Steve said, "I... I like you, I like you a lot, kitten. And I was scared because I'm really old, like a hundred years old, old. And you're so young. I was just afraid.. that... you wouldn't want someone as old as me. So I tried to distract myself with Sharon over the past few days, but god, she's just not you, kitten."
Tears rose in your eyes once more as Steve came and sat beside you on the bed, "Nobody compares to you. Your gorgeous eyes and your enchanting smile. Your laugh makes my heart stop every single time. (Y/n), kitten, I messed up bad. But please forgive me," Steve reached forward and grabbed your hand, "I haven't done any of this relationship stuff for a while, but I want to restart with you. I want to learn how to do it all again with you."
A quiet sob fell from your lips as you nodded. Your mind was scrambling to find the right words as Steve smiled widely. Opening your mouth to try to speak, Steve immediately cut you off. He yanked you into his chest and engulfed you in his arms as another cry escaped. You wrapped your arms around him, holding onto him as if he was your entire life source. His head dipped to rest on top of yours as you cried into his chest.
"Thank you," Steve whispered.
"Stevie, I don't care if you think you're old," You couldn't help the giggle that fell from your lips as you pulled back to look up at him, "You're my old man."
Steve couldn't help but laugh along with you, watching as your face lit up with happiness. At that moment, Steve knew that nothing else mattered. Nobody's opinion mattered. If Steve got to be the one to make you glow with happiness like that, every single day, everything he'd ever been through would have been more than worth it. Smiling widely, he dipped his head down to rest his forehead against yours, watching your beautiful (y/e/c) eyes as they watched him.
"I read once that when cats bump heads, it means they're marking territory," Steve whispered, moving his head ever so slightly to bump your nose, "Claiming something is there's when they're comfortable," You smiled widely, as you gave a slight nod, "I adore you, (y/n)."
"I adore you more, Stevie," You allowed your eyes to drift from Steve and look around Peter's room, "But we should probably leave Peter's room."
Steve's hearty laugh filled the air upon your words, causing your heads to separate as he laughed. However, you stayed holding one another, relishing in the bliss that you'd spent so long denying yourselves of. At that moment, both of you knew that there was no place you would rather be than with one another.
Well, welcome to marvelmcu.mania(I am in Wattpad and Instagram too)
So I wanna make another book (when others are still going ) Steve Rogers x Reader where the reader is the elder sister of Wanda and Pietro (Maybe like the eldest of the triplet). Most likely Y/N Maximoff and both of them are having the same powers. But colors are different. I have seen many ones being green and the others blue which are already taken by authors. Those books can be found on Wattpad and are also paired with different characters. So I think it would be good if the color was yellow or you can suggest me below in the comments and the name given to a witch(EG: Scarlett Witch)
Movies that would be included will be :
Captain America The Winter Soldier (Post Credits)
Avengers Age of Ultron
Captain America Civil War
Avengers Infinity War
Avengers Endgame
Maybe Wanda Vision TFATWS What If...? and DSMOM will be included.
UPDATE: The name has been decided for the witch
Spoiler Alert
REVEALS: Amber (no not that Amber B*tch Heard)
What do you all think?
Update: I have decided to make her elder and them having an age gap of two years the twins were born in 1989 and Y/N Maximoff in 1987
